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"And that all made sense to you?" Margaret clutches her matcha in her hands, heels kicked off and her legs tucked under her.
"Oh yes, I've known about the Quangles for a while now." Plug has his googles pulled down over his eyes, the lenses magnifying his features to the point of distortion. "Just never thought to tell youse on account of I'm–"
"Dying tomorrow, yeah. Got that." Margaret takes another slow sip of her matcha. "And the man who caused them?"
"Arthur?" Plug pauses, winks at her before he moves another pile of stuff around. "We have a history."